The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 131: Great Mercy and Compassion

At this moment, someone was already talking in the group chat.

Huadong: Nice to meet you all. My name is Xiao Zizai, I’m a 39-year-old man, a bit cruel, and I like... killing.

Huadong: Everyone, we finally get together, don’t you plan to meet each other?

Huadong: If you don’t want to show up, I can complete this mission alone.

East China: [Red Envelope]

Although no one responded, the speed of grabbing the red envelopes was very fast. They were all snatched up in less than a second. It was obvious that everyone was lurking in the water and observing secretly.

Wang Zhenqiu looked at the largest amount of money he had robbed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although he has no shortage of money, he likes this feeling.

Southwest: () Thank you Brother Xiao for the big red envelope. Since you grabbed the most, I have to advise you that you can't complete this task alone. Everyone, do you understand the goal of this mission?
Central China: Qin Ye, nicknamed Dao Yan, is good at using a knife. He was a former temporary worker in the South China region. He has killed countless people with brutal methods. His deeds are really "wonderful". He has fought against the Lu and Wang families, and the two families have declined because of this, but he is still alive and well. In short, the target this time is a very dangerous person.

Huabei: It’s not extremely dangerous, it’s extremely dangerous. To be honest, I don’t really want to carry out this mission.

As soon as the topic was opened, people came out.

The temporary worker in North China is Feng Baobao, but the person holding the mobile phone at this time is Zhang Chulan. The two of them came together for this mission, the former as the "knife" and the latter as the "knife-wielding ghost".

If possible, Zhang Chulan really didn't want to get involved in this mess, but Feng Baobao had no chance of refusing the company's mission, so he had no choice but to follow.

Huadong: I am quite interested in this person. He has killed countless people with brutal means. He must be a very "wonderful" person. Whether you go or not, I will complete this mission.

Northwest: Well, I once worked with him to wipe out the Medicine Immortal Society. He seemed like a good guy, but who knows what his reasons were for ending up like this.
SW: Hardships? Haha, I bet there were none. Maybe he just did it on a whim, hahaha.

Northeast: (*>.<*) What's the point of saying so much? The location has been locked, hurry up! I'm sleepy. [Location]

The group chat fell silent as everyone rushed towards their target location.

No matter who the enemy is, the mission is the mission. They are responsible for doing the dirty and tiring work, and they have to chew many tough bones.

Inside the apartment building, it was so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Qin Ye closed his eyes and rested. His whole body was calm and steady, with a gentle breeze caressing him. He seemed to have merged with the tranquility around him.

In an instant, his eyes suddenly opened, a cold light flashed in them, and his thin lips opened slightly:

"coming."

Lust was startled. She was about to ask, but before she could say anything, Qin Ye disappeared in the blink of an eye like a ghost.

She swallowed, walked slowly and carefully to the window, slowly stuck half of her head out to look downstairs, and saw a man standing alone under the dim street light.

The man was about forty years old, with a tall and straight figure. He was wearing a neatly ironed white shirt, a black tie, and a pair of frameless glasses on his nose, which reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

He has a stern face, hard lines, and thin lips tightly pursed. At first glance, he looks like a taciturn and uncommunicative middle-aged man.

But if you feel it carefully, you can detect a sense of oppression emanating from him, which makes people feel inexplicably palpitated for no reason, as if there is a bloodthirsty beast hidden under his calm appearance.

"one person?"

If you are alone, lust may not seem to be a big problem.

Qin Ye slowly emerged from the shadows cast by the street lamp.

Seeing him appear, Xiao Zizai pushed his glasses, a little surprised: "It turned out to be you. We have met before, in Longhu Mountain. I felt that you were very 'different' at that time."

As he spoke, he twitched his nostrils and sniffed the blood on Qin Ye's body. His pupils suddenly glowed red, and the corners of his mouth curled up. His face was a mixture of extreme excitement and madness, like a hunter who finally locked onto his prey after a long search.

"I want to ask you a question."

"Oh? Tell me."

"How did you convince yourself to kill those innocent people? I've tried, but failed. It's too difficult. Yet, you pulled it off so easily. It must be wonderful to witness the demise of such a fragile and brilliant life."

Xiao Zizai wore a sickly smile, his eyes gleaming with madness, as if savoring the pleasure of taking life. He was completely immersed in a dark and twisted psychological world, unable to extricate himself. And the way he looked at Qin Ye was as if he were looking at a fellow patient.

"First of all, I'm different from you. I kill only as a means to an end, not for pleasure." Qin Ye's voice was soft and even. "Secondly, no one I kill is innocent. I believe everyone deserves to be killed. Finally, neither your good nor your evil is pure, so you suffer. In general, you don't accept yourself."

After listening to this, Xiao Zizai held his forehead and pondered for a moment:
"Is that so? Self-hypnosis, isn't it? It's a good idea... Your answer is very good, thank you."

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes and said formally, "Let me introduce myself again. My name is Xiao Zizai. I'm not belligerent, just a little cruel. I can't do anything to anyone except myself. This is a disease, and there's no cure for it..."

"Here?" Qin Ye asked suddenly without any context.

"There's a nice forest five kilometers over there." Xiao Zizai thought for a moment, pointed in a direction, and spoke.

Then the two of them walked towards that direction tacitly, as if inviting friends to travel together.

Behind them, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao were hanging far away. The former looked around and did not see any other temporary workers, but he thought they were probably nearby.

His strategy is simple, edge OB...

In a forest.

Qin Ye and Xiao Zizai stood facing each other, more than ten meters apart. This time they did not talk to each other, and the battle started instantly.

Xiao Zizai raised his hand and slapped out. A palm print that was as high as two people was wrapped in a rolling Qi pressure, and it blasted out like a black meteor across the sky.

The palm print was a gray-black color visible to the naked eye, with a circle of gold around the edge. It was extremely powerful. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistle, and a deep gully was plowed out on the ground.

The compassionate hand of Buddhism was used so violently by him.

Qin Ye did not dodge or evade, but chopped with his knife. With a "swish", the huge palm print was split into two halves by his knife.

But this was just the beginning. In the distance, Xiao Zizai was seen waving his palms repeatedly, and one palm print after another was blasted out continuously, as if he wanted to crush the enemy into a meat patty.

Such a fierce move was only used by him as a basic attack.

Qin Ye's response was also very simple. He placed Qianren at his side, and visible blue-white wind and waves surrounded him, and his momentum suddenly rose.

In an instant, the sword wind disappeared, and Qin Ye's body followed the sword, merging into a blue-white vertical wind tornado with spiral wind blades that pierced through.

The fierce wind tornado swept through the continuous palm prints with devastating force, and the latter were as fragile as thin paper and were torn into pieces in an instant.

The endless rumbling black meteors disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Qin Ye also came in front of Xiao Zizai, and the long sword in his hand made a sound of Kongming, and kissed its favorite soft neck.

Xiao Zizai's expression remained unchanged, his palms and forearms suddenly turned into a golden color like molten iron. He slightly tilted his body, narrowly avoiding the sharp blade, while his right hand shot out swiftly in the shape of a claw, just as ruthless as the previous one, heading straight for the throat.

Dragon claw hand!
However, before his right claw could reach its full potential, a fist suddenly collided with it, and the collision point exploded with golden juice like molten iron.

bang——

The huge force made Xiao Zizai stagger and retreat repeatedly.

On the other hand, Qin Ye's body was as steady as a pine tree, his feet firmly rooted on the ground. He held the hilt of the knife with his right hand and clasped the end with his left hand, pushing the blade forward swiftly, stabbing straight at Xiao Zizai's heart.

This set of movements is extremely fast and smooth.

Xiao Zizai's body was unstable and he found it difficult to dodge. The long knife was about to penetrate his chest.

At the critical moment, he pinched his left hand into a orchid finger shape, and a black hole-like Qi ball emerged from his fingertips. A strong gravitational force came from it, sucking the blade away from its original trajectory. The long knife that was originally going to pierce his heart fell on his left shoulder.

Fingers!
His left shoulder was pierced by a sharp blade, and blood instantly dyed his white shirt red. Xiao Zizai seemed unaware of it. He pressed one hand on the back of the knife with his iron-like hands and grabbed Qin Ye with the other hand.

However, a foot that left an afterimage was the first to hit his chest. A huge force made him fly backwards like a cannonball, and he fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

After only a few rounds of fighting, the defeat was already decided.

Just as Qin Ye was about to give chase, a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air suddenly came, very fast and extremely violent, the power was no less than a bullet fired from a sniper rifle.

(End of this chapter)